Ryl Mevek
Jedi Knight
Jedi Guardian and Weapon Master
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Post by Ryl Mevek on Apr 20, 2007 3:10:18 GMT -5
A brow rose up as he watched her toy with him. A hand snapping out to pluck one away with two fingers before he released a grunt followed by a smile. (sorry for the auto - just didn't wanna spend my entire post typing up a grab and waiting for a connect.)
Ryl waited a few, eating his share rather quickly, he stood up. Taking off his outer-robe he set it down neatly folded on the wing of the Tikiar, next followed his outer shirt leaving the sleeveless under layer only. Finely honed arms sinewed and corded with trained Martial Artists muscles revealed up and down the left were runic red colored tribal markings of his family a few as well on the right. Flexed as he stretched, went through a short breathing and meditation exercise then pushed himself upright again.
" The trainings we're going to begin Juna Bug are nothing like what you have gotten in the past. Your skills in Shii-Cho will be tested today as well as the Jedi Budo. Beyond that... well, I'm going to educate you in further - this is going to a long night and you are going to ache. So I suggest eat your fill, stretch, focus then we begin. "
Their days would continue like this for a few, this one would be an evaluation though. Throughout the training he intended on grilling her with questions of the Code and even testing her ability to use and understand the Force. Each attack he will critisize and be harshly judgmental over, pushing her towards the brink of tears - asking her repeatedly if she wished to give up. At least, this was his intention. Where he failed with Cryo and to a limited extent with Amania he would not a 3rd time, though the first two had been older when assigned to him Cryo more or less had been considered a padawan for Ryl.
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Anka
Fringer
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Post by Anka on Apr 21, 2007 10:52:04 GMT -5
"I never said that I was bothered or worried, and I am well aware that unarmed does not mean defenseless, but really what could I possibly do from here." An'ka studied him for a moment, her head tipping as the tips of her lekku slowly twitched, what sounded as gibberish coming from her lips as for the first time in a very long time, she reverted back to her native language, before returning to one of the languages she fet comfortable with. "You speak of trust, when you do not trust me anymore than you could pick me up and toss me, do you think I would be here if I didn't have some sort of trust, it is a shame that you can not give the same to me."
Stepping to her feet, she crossed her arms over her bared purple flesh along her belly, her fingers drumming along her arm. " I have never once said that I did not want to be here, you helped me, I am helping you in return, for your help again, the Jedi on board helped me, so of course it would be rude to do anything but be here."
As he turned to leave, she snarled at him, planting a smile upon her face as he turned to look at her, she was of course easy on the eyes, moving her arms and stretching them out her shoulders shrugging just a bit so that he could get a better look.
"Yes, there is one more thing, why don't you ask what you really want to know?" It was a shot in the dark, for the most part, but she didn't think it was too far off, there was something he wanted to know but wouldn't ask and this would be his only chance, she would not offer again.
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Taddio Tara'dek
Explorer
Force Adept/Pilot
Force Adept/Ace Pilot
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Apr 23, 2007 4:27:03 GMT -5
A soft sigh escaped his lips. Particularly when he heard her growl…and yes, he had heard it, even if he didn’t acknowledge it.
“First of all, An’ka, if I didn’t have a measure of trust in you, you wouldn’t even be here. But that isn’t really the point, now is it? You accuse me of something that isn’t true, when, in fact, my posture is just that…a long practiced posture that my body naturally assumes. If you find offense in that…well, that is your problem, not mine.”
Dek was being rather blunt, if not outright rude with his words. But for any inherent rudeness, each word spoken was the truth. If he didn’t trust her, he’d have popped one of her windows and sealed her room and just sucked her out into space by now. He wouldn’t say that, because he knew if he did she would just turn around and use that against him. She had a seemingly natural ability to be able to twist any words or situations into what she wanted of them.
What he really wanted to know? So, she thought she knew more then what she did huh?
“My dear An’ka…” Dek begins, his voice soft and warm, “I assure you, I have asked you every question that I desire to ask. There is nothing more that I want to know about you then what I already know.”
His smile was seemingly genuine, a sparkle in his eye, as he spoke each word deliberately. Oh, she was definetly hiding something. But he wasn’t foolish enough to actually voice it. All it would accomplish would be to either offend her more, tip her off, or set whatever she had planned into motion. No, he wouldn’t let speculation and some mild paranoia, derail what was going on. With a flash of a smile, Dek excused himself from her quarters without another word. The door swished open, and in the blink of an eye, he was out, the door swishing back closed behind him.
The moment he was outside of her door, his hand clutched at his hip as the burning there increased for a moment, then subsided. The pain was very much like the smile he had showed to her. One moment it was there, then moment he was away, it was gone. There was much more to the Twi’lek then she was letting on, or would likely ever let on. What that was, though, was anyone’s guess…and quite frankly Dek didn’t feel like getting mored down by it. He was a firm believer in that all things would be revealed when they were meant to be.
Taking a calming breath, he makes his way back through his ship and to the bridge, where he stops before sitting down and pulls up his shirt and pushes the his pants down enough to look at the two marks he hadn’t looked at purposefully in years. The kewafi flower of his slavery, and the faded mark of his former master. Oddly, it seemed more defined now then it had the last time he had looked, but it was still faded, barely noticeable…the shape indistinguishable. Was the pain that he was feeling from it real, or was it all in his head? Old buried feelings and memories were being ripped to the surface lately, so perhaps it was just phantom pain, a remembrance of when it had been placed on him.
“Something just isn’t right about all of this R2. I get the feeling that more then just a frozen planet is waiting for us on Tantra.”
The little droid beeped and whirred, agreeing with its Master. But what more could be done? Their only course of action would be to complete the journey and see what was awaiting them at the end. Lifting his lightsaber from his belt, Dek sits down and stares at it. He was tied into all of this somehow, he knew it in his heart. But how? Why?
How had he been able to activate the holocron when so many other Force wielders had been there, at least 2 of them more powerful then he was. How was he linked to that device? It didn’t make a lot of sense. Actually, it didn’t make any sense. The only reason he could find was that his former Master must have been involved, and somehow, through him, he was connected. But if that were the truth, then why had his Master sold him to slavers?
Cracking his neck, Dek forcibly pushes those thoughts out of his mind. It wouldn’t help to dwell on the matter. Later, perhaps, when he had the time, he would try and meditate. If he were lucky, perhaps he could unlock another memory or two of his youth…something that would lead him to some answers. Dek didn’t hold out any hope for that though. His meditations rarely gleaned any useful information about his past…almost as if those memories were locked away and hidden from him on purpose.
With that thought in mind, Dek brings up his surveillance display again and rotates through the images, pulling up the one in the Cargo bay and expanding it. Something about the easy charm of Juna was soothing to him, made him smile when he rarely did. Oh, true, he did smile often…but those were practiced smiles meant to put people off their guard. Children just seemed to have a natural charm about them that kept the darkness away when he was around them.
Would the Jedi Mevek steal the girl’s easy smiles? Or would she endure through the trials that lay ahead of her on the path of becoming a Jedi and keep that innocent charm and was an aura around her?
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Anka
Fringer
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Post by Anka on Apr 23, 2007 15:19:11 GMT -5
An’ka was no fool, that much was for certain, even if none wanted to believe it. As he spoke to her again, she merely nodded, not wanting to provoke him anymore than she already had. Once he moved out of her room, she would have to move quickly, she knew that he watched her, there was no doubt in her mind that he watched all aborad this ship, only because he didn’t trust anyone that was on it. Rushing over, she grabbed up her bag, reaching into the pocket sewn in the bottom, pulling out an image projector. Setting it in front of the bed, she switched it on, the image being projected was nothing more than her laying on the bed taking a nap. She had more important things to tend to at the moment, none which could be seen of course.
It was not uncommon to be able to buy things the black market on Tattooine and this time would be no different. Stepping into the dark bar, she glanced around, grinning as she hears the cat calls and whistles, it was no uncommon of course for her to hear such things, she was after all a creature of beauty. It didn’t take her long to find the man she was looking for, she was of course his favorite “client”, her only worry was this time she needed more from him than she ever had before and she knew that the price would be higher.
Sliding into the back corner, she almost grimaced as she saw the greaseball of a human. Putting on her charms, she stepped in front of him, leaning forward to whisper in his ear as her nails trailed over his chest. She let her body move against his as she spoke to him, feeling his arm wrap around her waist, most men had a weakness for the female Twi’lek and he was no different. “I need some things for a trip I will be going on, things that I know you have, but will cost me much this time, perhaps, the payment that you have wanted for a very long time.”
An’ka felt his arm wrap tighter around her waist as her soft seductive voice whispered in his ear, a gruff laugh coming from his lips as he leaned back and looked at her, moving a hand to rub his cheek. “And what is it that you need pretty one, it must be something pretty expensive to give me what I have been after since you first set foot on this planet.”
Long fingers moved along his arm and his shoulder, her tongue almost touching his ear as she spoke softly. “I need an image projector, a com link, a short range and long range transmitter, a small case of poison and an injector, long range if you have one, and I am willing to pay your price.”
She could feel his grip tighten, as well as something else, his hand pushing her back before ushering her towards the back, a sharp slap on her ass as he moved her through the door that led to his room. “By all means then, lets conduct some business shall we. I can get you everything but the long range injector, but the rest will cost you, and you already know the price.”
Fortunately for An’ka it didn’t take long, and as she sat on the edge of his bed, pulling her skirt up over her hips, she saw him point to the tattoo on her hip. “What’s that?” Standing, she pulled it up the rest of the way, pulling her bikini style top over her breasts and tying it in the back “Just something from long ago, nothing to worry about.” Shrugging he went about, gathering the things that she needed and placing them in a bag that had a small pocket, hidden in the bottom. Handing it to her, he slapped her ass again, a look of arrogance on his face. “Pleasure doing business with you beautiful, do come back if you need anything else.”
Gathering up the bag, An’ka smiled at him, opening the door and stepping out, winking at him before in a flash she was gone.
Taking her bag, she moved to the closet, opening it up and taking her pike inside with her. Popping off the compartment, she pulled out the transmitter, holding it before looking up, seeing the panel that controlled the lights inside the closet, using a small tool, she pulled it off, plugging the transmitter in and waiting. It didn’t take long before the contact that she spoke to, was there, it was the only contact she had ever had beyond the very first time, and she had never spoken to the Sith on her own. “There will be problems on Tantra, the one known as Dek, he will not turn.”
The only response that she got was short and to the point and she knew exactly what it meant. “Do what you have to do, to ensure that it happens.” And with that the link was closed, pulling the transmitter out, she replaced it in her pike, replacing the panels on the wall and her pike before kneeling. Pulling out a small black case, she opened it, looking at the vials that lay within. It would be a last resort of course, she thought that she could convince him some other way, and with that, she put her plan into motion.
Placing everything back within her bag, she moved out of the closet. If he had looked in on her, it would have appeared she had been sleeping and she didn’t think he wanted to watch her sleep. Picking up the image projector, she turned it off, holding it in her hand as she moved to the edge of the bed, feigning a stretch just in case. Grabbing up her pike, she grabbed her bag as well, dropping the image projector inside, closing it and moving to the door, hearing it open with a swish as she stepped out, taking her pike with her as she made her way to the choobie pit.
She stood watching him for a moment before entering, hearing the beeps and whirs from the droid as she entered. Settling in a chair, she crossed her legs at the knee. “So I am bored, what say we go and see how good we can fight together, maybe I can teach you a thing or two.” An'ka laughed to show him that she was half kidding, the words 'do what you have to do' echoing in her mind. She knew what that meant, it meant using any means needed, her mind, her skills, her body and her sexuality, and that was a step she was willing to take.
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Taddio Tara'dek
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Force Adept/Pilot
Force Adept/Ace Pilot
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Apr 24, 2007 4:54:32 GMT -5
So intent on the monitor displaying the Jedi was Dek, that he almost didn’t hear An’ka coming down the stairs towards the bridge. With a quick pass of his hand, and a brief pulse of the Force, the display screen went blank so that the Twi’lek wouldn’t know of his surveillance system. He didn’t want any of them to know about it, for it would only create problems. For the most part, he only ever kept an eye on more public areas…such as the cargo hold, the hallway outside of the bridge, and the main area on the other deck.
He wished that he had thought to secure the door, he normally did when he was watching the goings on inside of his ship and he had passengers. But then, he hadn’t thought that the Twi’lek would come seeking him all too soon. Perhaps his departure had been a bit abrupt and he had offended her again.
Without looking in her direction, he listened to what she had to say, and he almost laughed. Oh, we were back to this again? What was it with this Twi’lek and her desire to fight? Perhaps she just wanted an excuse to try and kill him? Or maybe there was a less sinister explanation. Perhaps this was her way of trying to reach out to him?
“I’m not really interested in who is, or isn’t, better then the other. But if you really want to spar, perhaps we could set something up later. We have weeks together, after all.” Dek responded to the challenge, not really in the mood to spar at this exact moment. However, he wouldn’t stop there and risk hurting her feelings.
“As a matter of fact, I think I have some sparring weapons stashed away here somewhere. Give me a few minutes to finish up here, and I’ll go see if I can find them. Wouldn’t want to risk cutting that violet skin, after all, now would we?” He says with a smile, taking the moment to look at her before returning his eyes to the display before him, making a few adjustments to their course according to new information fed into the Navcom.
With the adjustments made, Dek stands up and makes a few adjustments to the control system on his wrist. Without waiting for An’ka, quite sure that she would follow…or he would turn back…he makes his way off of the bridge. Pausing, he waits for her to exit before closing, and securing, the door behind her, then continues down the hallway to the Cargo Hold.
Walking through the large opening into the Cargo hold, an opening that could be sealed up easily by a hidden door in case the open space needed to be sealed off, Dek takes a quick look around. Juna and Mevek were still where they had been moments before, eating and chatting. He paid them little mind for the moment, not wanting to disturb their repast as he moved towards the back wall of the Cargo hold. In this space alone, there were three separate places where weapons were stashed. The one that An’ka had seen before when they had left their weapons behind to go into the Jedi Temple, one that was exactly opposite it of similar size, and a much larger one pulled out from the central rear wall.
Dek had designed it this way because the Cargo hold was one of only two places on the ship that could be safely used for practice and sparring without risking doing damage to the ship. Quite often on long trips, Dek had spent time in the Cargo hold practicing his lightsaber skills and exercised his abilities in the Force. Rarely, though, when the Cargo hold was too full of precious merchandise, he would use the common area that linked the galley and the sleeping quarters.
Stopping in front of the weapons cache along the rear wall, he places his palm over a seemingly blank piece of metal, only to have a slight whir sound, and the outline of a oval appear on the wall as it separated from the wall and slid out, revealing a rack of weaponry…everything from energy weapons, to more conventional spears and swords, to a few practice weapons made of a light, but strong material. Most of these were mock lightsabers/swords, and a few staves.
“Please, take one of these and familiarize yourself with it. I have a lot that I need to do, but perhaps by the time we make Yag’Dhul in about a week or so, we can let down our hair and spar. Would that be fine with you?” Dek asks An’ka, looking at her with a smile on his lips. He was hoping that the answer would be yes, for two reasons. The first, he really was too busy to devote time to sparring this early in their journey. The second, along with the first, was that he needed time to practice sparring before taking her on. It had been a long time since he had sparred with anyone. All of his combat was by himself in practice, or life and death.
As he waited for an answer, an item on the rack caught his interest. With a frown, he lifts his hand and opens it so that an item lifted off of the cache and was pulled towards him. Once in his palm, he grasped it, his frown turning into a fierce scowl. It was the lightsaber taken from his former Master. Dek had nearly forgotten that he had placed it in there. A shiver ran down the length of his spine as he grasped the weapon. Out of pure reflex, his eyes lifted and looked at the Jedi Knight and his padawan, as the ‘phantom’ burning on his hip flared once more, almost as if sensing the lightsaber in his hand. Placing it on his belt, opposite of the purple bladed saber that was his weapon of choice, Dek wanted to look it over in private.
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Ryl Mevek
Jedi Knight
Jedi Guardian and Weapon Master
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Post by Ryl Mevek on Apr 25, 2007 0:13:13 GMT -5
" Sure of yourself aren't you? Well, do not let overconfidence become a companion. I do expect you to try your best, however. " He turned around and walked about ten feet out turning his body to face her. Hilt of his lightsaber at around hip level, the tip of the blade pointing just over his head as it snarled to life with a snap-hiss orange energy crackling vibrantly. His right foot back abit more than the left raised up so his heel was hovering slightly. A stance she would recognize as one of them first taught to her a form I opening stance.
" We'll start basic and gradually move ourselves upwards. From what the smallest point you have learned to the highest. Then we'll see what you're capable of and where I should be begin with you. "
He turned his head lifting it from her as Dek entered. His stance not moving as he followed the man's stride with his eyes then let his gaze shift back to Juna. " Alright little Bug - enough chatter. Show me. " He blocked out the presence of the others aware even Ceta was in the corner of the hold watching curiously. Normally this was something he would teach her someplace in private, but with their current mission, time pressed, and in company as they were he had no other choice. Any secrets or complete Jedi only knowledge he would reserve for lessons out of the eyes of others. He surrounded himself in the Force allowing it to filter through his senses carrying him feeling the flow of ever action around him down to almost a twitch, the Mevek's line of skill within' it even directing his instincts into what would be right and wrong choices in his actions before ever making them. Though this did not make him infallible.
While he had absorbed himself in the Living Force it struck, a pulse of Dark side energy that would have all of his senses keyed into it. Body turning sword moving with it as his broad shoulders dropped abit falling from his stance to lock his eyes on Taddio. The obvious source of this. He didn't say anything but his look was more than apparent as he stared him over, another lightsaber. Questions were added to the pile and Ryl's jaw ticked the tattoo across his face rippling with it.[/color]
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Anka
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Post by Anka on Apr 25, 2007 18:23:34 GMT -5
With a shrug of her shoulders and a twitch of each of her lekku, she stood up to follow him, she had seen him looking at her again, and she thought perhaps this would not be as hard as she thought in the beginning. Stepping to her feet, she stretched her long toned violet legs, the material of her skirt flowing to her ankles, the slit up each side revealing every curve and muscle that she held. She almost laughed as he talked of her skin being cut. “I do not...ehh..what is the word..worry about that, so lead on.”
As she followed him, her eyes scanned over the Jedi and his student, keeping a low growl suppressed as they moved by. Now was not the time nor the place, time must be bided and she knew it. An’ka had been trained well, of this there was no doubt, at least not in her mind, or in the mind of those that employed her. She thought back for a moment to when she was on Tattooine and had met Dek. She thought about the one that had tried to kill them, the one that claimed to be a Jedi when she first met him, and took her along on his little mission that of course had backfired on everyone.
Tapping a finger on her lip, she looked at the Jedi and the student once more. Shaking her head, she pushed the thought from her mind, only to have it keep slipping back again. This one that had taken her with him from the slaver’s hut, he had been alone, and though she thought most Jedi were often alone unless they were training, she remembered how gruff he was, how demanding, how threatening he had finally become. At once her eyes widened and she stopped in her tracks. He as one of them, one of the Sith, he had to be, no Jedi would have went to the extremes that he had, and of course, she didn’t expose herself as what she was, nor would he. A smile came over her lips as she realized, how much of this was actually planned out perfectly.
Snapping from her thoughts as she realized Dek was speaking to her, she looked over the weapons, her small slender fingers grabbing a spear and tossing it in the air before catching it to see how light and flexible it was. “Tagwa, Soong, inkabunga.” Looking over at Dek again, she held the spear in her hand “Chut, Chut.” And with that, she turned and was gone from his side.
An’ka would do just as Dek said and familiarize herself with the spear, not that she needed to do so for very long. It was very much like her pike, something she was used to, not that she wanted any to know that. Her eyes roaming back to the Jedi, she watched them for a moment, leaning against the wall, twirling the spear in her hand, losing her grip and dropping it, cursing under her breath as she bent to pick it up. The girl was watching her closely, as she picked up the spear, she tipped her head, each of her lekku twitching as an almost angelic smile came over the deep violet lips. It occured to An'ka that the attention she was receiving at the moment was not quite what she wanted, her body stance changing as she turned to look behind her, her eyes averting from Ryl and Juna to Dek and back again, she could see that Ryl was concentrating heavily on Dek, while the child seemed to have honed in on both of them. She would have to act quickly, or everything that had been done would become undone in a flash.
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Taddio Tara'dek
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Apr 26, 2007 8:18:48 GMT -5
Dek was every bit aware of the attention, but it bothered him not. It was no secret between he and the two Jedi that his origins came from the Dark Side of the Force. He would no doubt be under much scrutiny from Mevek, and most likely from Juna as she mimicked her master and learned. In all truth, Dek would not have it any other way.
As Anka spoke, and scooped up a spear like weapon that had no real point. Like the others, it was merely meant for practice. That, of course, did not mean that they could not do some damage as blunt weapons. But they were still, by far, better off using them instead of real weapons. One mistake swinging his lightsaber, and he might end up slicing off a lekku, or worse. It rather surprised him, though, when she took the item and left without much fuss.
“Koona t'chuta?” He asked, though by that point she was some distance away, and not likely to respond.
After waiting for a moment, Dek places his hand against the weapons cache and slides it back into its proper place, securing it completely once more so that none but he and his astromechs could access it. Last thing he needed was someone staging a ship takeover…not that any but An’ka would actually have need of further weaponry.
With everyone seemingly occupied, Dek figured that now was as good as anytime to get some rest. He hadn’t really had much of it in the last few weeks, and it was starting to take its toll. He couldn’t afford any lapses at this juncture. As such, he felt it prudent to retire to his quarters. Besides, he wanted some time to meditate and possibly unlock a few buried memories. Perhaps his former Masters lightsaber might be of some help after all. With a gentle gesture similar to a wave, or salute, Dek excuses himself from the Cargo hold without interrupting anyone and makes his way down the hallway to the choobiepit.
Once more Dek opened the door to the ships bridge, chuckling softly as he opened it up and walked into the large, but filled space. Lights continued to fly by transparisteel canopy at…well…the speed of light. But that was not had the man chuckling. Beeping and whirring met him the moment the door opened, the droid not yet knowing of his arrival, but complaining all the same.
“Well, if you feel that way about it R2, I can always upgrade an R4 and have it take your place.” Dek interjects between gripes.
The droids voice silenced immediately as its dome like head whirled to look at him, a series of beeps and clicks coming at him. He laughed even harder as the little droid defended itself over and over.
“Ok, ok…I get it.” He says, walking over to the R2 unit that had plugged itself into the Navigational station to monitor the ships course. He lays his hand over the droids ‘head’ and pets lightly. “You know I couldn’t do any of this without you. Unlike you, I can’t go for days without some sort of rest. I just have to go through more ‘recharge’ cycles then you do.”
R2 beeped and whirred some more, mocking the Captains inefficiency. Dek took it all as the good-natured ribbing that it was, even though it was coming from a droid. But then, when you had to spend weeks on end with only a droid to keep you company, a person oftentimes started to think of that, or those, droids on more human terms. And Dek’s R2 definitely had some quirks that made it more human then most.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah…I got it. Remember that the next time you need help righting yourself after falling over. But speaking of my many inefficiencies, I need to rest a little. I’m assuming you can handle things up here for awhile?”
With a smirk, Dek nodded to his R2’s sarcastic beeps and heads back out into his ships hallway, securing the door so that only he and his R2 could open it. He didn’t need the Twi’lek nosing around in there, and he felt it simply prudent to keep everyone out. Heading up the metallic stairs, Dek slips into his quarters and closes the door behind him, securing it just as he had the ships bridge.
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R2 was more then capable of piloting ‘Serenity’ for a short time. If nothing else, the astromech would simply take them out of hyperspace and bring them to a stop until Dek could arrive to handle whatever situation had arisen. It was a great comfort to Dek to have that knowledge as he moved through his quarters and office.
Unlike the droid, Dek was forced to take periods of slumber that made it impossible for him to constantly pilot the ship. R2 often had to pilot the ship for hours at a time, not that there was really much piloting involved when they were in the midst of hyperspace. Occasionally adjustments had to be made to their course when new information was fed into the Navcom, and R2 was more then capable of doing that when he was connected to the ships computer system.
Taking in a deep, calming breath, Dek unbuckles his belt and removes it, taking both lightsabers from it and laying them on his desk before hanging the belt onto a hook. It was odd to look at both weapons again, side by side. The saber of the Jedi, Orshus Fii, was his weapon of choice, and was the one most familiar to him, and was like an extension of his body. The saber of his former Master, however, was the polar opposite. Just seeing it once more made Dek ache and want to scream in remembrance of the tortures he had endured…at least those that he remembered.
Taking both sabers into hand, one in an opposing hand, both flared to life in a counterpoint to one another. Purple and dark Red light bathed the chamber, casting Dek into their apposing light, nearly cutting him in half in their respective lights. Were anyone to actual witness the event, they would have not been aware of the irony of the sight. It was almost a visualization of the two sides of Dek.
Extinguishing both blades, he walks over to his bed and places the purple bladed saber in its resting space with reverence. As much of a comfort as it was to him, he needed to focus on the darker side of himself for what he needed. He needed his past, his memories. As much as it had seemed a coincidence to find his Masters old saber, perhaps it wasn’t. Perhaps the weapon of the Dark Side wanted to be found, and had silently called to the part of Dek was the equally dark.
“What are you hiding from me?” Dek whispers to the hilt of the saber.
Of course, he knew that he would get no answer. But then, he wasn’t really speaking to the item itself. No, Dek was speaking more to the ghost of the man that had once wielded this weapon. What was it that the man had kept hidden from a young Dek? What secret was held within the man that could bring old holocron’s to life, and would have Dark Siders seeking him out?
Making sure that the door to his quarters was secured, Dek pulls his shirt over his head and lays it on his bed before he walks to the center of the room and sits down, cross-legged, on a large, circular mat. It was where he always meditated. The red bladed lightsaber of his former Master rested in his lap, a link to his past that he hoped would trigger new memories.
Calming himself, Dek pushes out all thoughts, and slows his heartbeat, his breathing. In mere moments, he was nothing more then an empty vessel as he delved into his own mind and entered the reverie of meditation. It was both a reflective, and restful, practice that often allowed Dek to pilot ‘Serenity’ on only a few hours of rest, instead of many hours of sleep. Almost as soon as he entered this state, the saber of his former Master began to float before him, and a single word, a name, escaped his lips.
“Raviner…”
“Why do you continue to waste time with him Master? He is obviously too weak to accomplish what we desire.” A feminine voice asked, a voice that would have been beautiful if not the slightly gravelly growl that accompanied it, disgust quite evident in the child under her tutelage.
“You dare to question me? This boy, weak as he might be, is still linked to all of this in an important way. I will not allow him to fall into the hands of my enemies!!” A dark, resonate voice echoed along the walls of the cavern like complex, a hint of a threat reverberating through the spoken words.
A young Taddio lay on the metallic flooring, blood oozing the side of his mouth to fall onto the floor, several bruises apparent around his neck, face, and arms. He was not unconscious, but neither of those that ruled his life had given him permission to rise after his latest failure to master what the woman had been teaching him, and so he remained motionless less he be punished by the psychotic lady.
“No Master Raviner, I would never dare question your methods.” the feminine voice responded, though anyone listening would know she didn’t mean it. She was rapidly gaining in strength, enough that it made her choobiey and believe that her day would come, and she would be the Master. “I just don’t understand why we waste our time on a weakling that cannot even master the basics.”
“Your understanding is not required, only your obedience.” Raviner replied, his footsteps echoing, only to stop beside that of the downed youth. As always, that voice held menace, a barely controlled anger that demanded obedience of those around him. In all truth, the boy had not failed so much as he merely hadn’t been strong enough to overpower his apprentice. But that, in itself, was a failure in the eyes to those devoted to the Dark Side of the Force. Failure was weakness. Failure was not tolerated. Failure meant death!
“Defend yourself.”
It was the only warning the youth would receive. In the blink of an eye, the gangly child, through his own strength, and a push from the Force, coiled his body over his head and leapt upside down, only to rotate and twist in mid-air to land facing the Sith Lord that he called Master, only several yards away. The smaller lightsaber that had been given to him, that had lain several feet from where the boy had been laying, now rested easily in his hands, the bright red blade humming. It was obvious that the boy had talent, but he lacked the raw power that Phantos had been looking for in his experiment. Not even the Jedi would have coddled such a child into being a Jedi Knight. But that failure was understandable considering that this child was but the first of his schemes.
“He might be weak my apprentice, but he is not without some skill. He obeys without question.” The last spoken as both a subtle warning, and an explanation. “He will never accomplish what I desire, but he can still be used against our enemies.” Raviner explained, more to himself then to his willful apprentice.
Dek, the one they spoke of, merely stood where he had landed…seemingly oblivious to the conversation doing on between Master and Apprentice. This was normal for Dek though. To the two glaring at him, Dek was nothing more than an object, a tool to be used as they saw fit. It was all that the boy knew, and he accepted it, not that he had a choice in the matter. They ordered him, and he obeyed without question, even if in obeying he ended up getting punished because he did not succeed in the manner in which they expected. It was either obey, or die.
“Yes Master. Shall I continue to train him?” the feminine voice asked.
“No. No more for now. I need him whole and ready to travel. I have some information on a particularly difficult Holocron, and this one, for all his failings, seems to be quite adept, and sensitive, to finding them.” Raviner explained, already moving away.
As Raviner went out of sight, Dek’s lightsaber extinguished, the youth placing it on his belt before standing at attention. A female snort accompanied the action, and brought the females attention to him solely. He didn’t move as she loomed over him, her large, but tightly contained breasts mere inches from his face. She glared down at him, her hand rising, then striking his cheek, sending the youth sprawling back to the floor. He went down, and he stayed down.
She remained looming over him, her rather curvaceous form wrapped in a tight suit of some leathery substance. There was no denying her outward beauty. But to Dek, nothing more then a child, she was a bully, and his greatest tormentor. And her torments did not stop at simple beatings. She literally used and abused the boy as she saw fit, without any sort of remorse or patience. Raviner might have been cruel to the boy, Dek, but this creature, this woman, had stolen things from him far worse then anything Raviner could do. She had taken his innocence, and his pride.
“You’re lucky that our Master finds you to still be of use. Personally, I’d rather rip your heart out and be rid of you.” She spat in disgust, her spit hitting him in the back of his head, as he didn’t even respond. It wasn’t as much fun being cruel to another unless they begged for her to stop, or responded in kind. “Worthless pile of poodoo.” She growled out before kicking him hard, right in the hip.
He came out of his reverie screaming, an orb of black Force surrounding him like a bubble. Both of his hands fly to his hip, covering the lightly faded kewafi flower, as well as the nearly completely faded mark of Raviner. The pain emanating from that spot, however, was quite intense and real. A scream somewhere between pain and anger, rips from his chest, and a pulse of dark power bursts the orb around him, and sends all of his loose belongings in the room flying to their respective walls from where he was sitting.
When it was all over, he lay on the floor, clutching his hip as if it were broken, panting as he labored to catch his breath. When he managed to do this, he finally got to his feet and walked over to a mirrored surface. Removing his hands, Dek pushes the waist of his pants down enough to reveal the old mark of the kewafi…only, it was no longer alone on his hip. In sharp contrast, a perfect runic flower with a spike coming from each bud, rested beside it, in the exact place where the mark Dek remembered his former Master giving him had been. The flesh around the mark was red and sore, tender to the touch, exactly as it had been on the day the mark had been burned into his flesh.
“Raviner…” Dek says through gritted teeth as he looks at the mark more closely. He didn’t even have to ask to know what Raviner had been. He also knew that he could never reveal this to the Jedi on board ‘Serenity’. He was marked. Worse still, he suspected that his outburst would easily be felt by those sensitive to the Force on board. The only good thing was that it was highly unlikely that anyone would have heard him screaming through the metallic walls, and the thick bulkheads of ‘Serenity’. The last thing he needed was anyone rushing to his room and find out that he was, indeed, marked!
“As much as I hate to leave my mark on such a weakling, it is necessary. If you move and ruin it, you die. Do you understand wretch?”
“Yes Master.” A shaky, youthful voice responded. The words muffled as the boys face being crushed against the table he was strapped to.
Without another word spoken, the design of a runic flower was etched into the boy’s flesh, each bud of the flower holding a spike. The pain of it was excruciating. But to the boy’s credit, the only evidence of this pain was by a single tear rolling from the child’s right eye to land on the table.
When it was done, the Sith Lord known as Raviner walked around to examine the work. It was perfect. Slapping the mark, and none to gently, Raviner smirked, even though the boy barely winced from the action. The boy, Dek, was well used to pain and suffering at this point in his life. One more pain hardly bothered him.
“One day, you will prove useful. But not today.” Raviner commented as another male entered, somewhat older then Dek, but younger then the Sith Lord, and unbuckled the bonds holding Dek down.
“Take him away.” Raviner spat, and the male did just that, dragging the youth when his legs gave out. Within minutes, Dek found himself on a ship, thrown in a cage with other children. Mostly young girls, but a couple of other males were also there. Dek was the only one wearing clothes of any sort. These were to be slaves, every single one. As he looked upon one young girl, a Twi’lek youth, with an innocent and scared look on her face, the slightly more worldly Taddio couldn’t help but feel sorry for the girl. That innocence would quickly be lost, he knew. But that left the question…what would his life be like? He wouldn’t be nearly as useful as a female slave was…at least he hoped he wouldn’t be.
A single tear rolled down the cheek of the Captain, his eyes glued upon the marks on his hip. In a motion so fast, Dek’s entire body wheels around to glare at the lightsaber laying on the floor. Anger, pure and dark, flares through the normally cool and collected Captain, manifesting in his outstretched hand as a streak of Force lightening strikes out and hits the cursed weapon. Dark sparks of energy flare out from the weapons hilt moments before it literally exploded, its pieces shooting out all over the room, leaving only the sabers red crystal untouched.
In that moment, many things became clear to Dek. But at the same time, just as many things were still left unanswered. One such mystery was why Tothl’s Holocron only seemed to respond to him? Or did it only respond to him? There was no denying that he had been the one to awaken it, and the Sith soul inside…but was he truly the only one capable of such a feat?
Without thought, Dek pulls the crystal of Raviners lightsaber into his hand through use of the Force. Grasping it, he places it inside of a small metallic box that held several other crystals of varying color spectrums. It was his personal collection of crystals, one of which he intended to use when, and if, he ever learned to construct his own saber. He was close to accomplishing this feat…and yet, something always seemed to be missing. What that was, he had no idea.
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Ryl Mevek
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Post by Ryl Mevek on Apr 28, 2007 4:36:11 GMT -5
Ryl shook his head slightly towards Juna then turned to face her. Offering a small smile as he resumed stance. " We'll speak of this shortly. For now focus on your training. "
Which would be the set course for days on end. Training after training after rigorous training, something he kept guarded and base. No trust held for anyone on board the Serenity. From this base training though she would get her exercise and learn the foundations of their relationship. He was stern when it came to the Code, not flexible in the least when it came to her education in the Force or physical perfection. His emphasis currently seemed towards survival and memorization and application of the Jedi Code.
More or less all things learned as a youngling only resurfaced and grilled into her further. As days progressed his blows would be less pulled. He would even add in small taps of the lightsaber then encourage healing upon them. A form of teaching her how to self-heal. Something he would gradually do. Though nothing mangling.
Conversation was kept private with her, with the rest brief. Somewhat held back and always with a polite stand-offishness. Keeping them all at arms length.
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Anka
Fringer
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Post by Anka on Apr 28, 2007 12:08:57 GMT -5
With a shrug of her shoulders and a twitch of each of her lekku, An’ka turned, leaving the Jedi to what it was that they were doing. Dek was already gone, she hadn’t bothered to respond to him, as it was pretty clear that she was going as she walked away. Holding the light speak in one hand she flicked her wrist as soon as she was out of sight, the spear spinning in her hand. Stopping it, she grasped it by the end, pulling it back and looking at the tip, she supposed that it would have to do, she wouldn’t risk compromising her pike for anything.
She wasn’t sure where Dek had went and so in a rush made her way back to her quarters, touching the panel, she wandered inside. Placing the spear in the corner, she shook her head, muttering under her breath, her accent more prevalent as she was annoyed “Do what you have to do. Bah at doing what I have to do, I know what I’m going to have to do.” Pulling off her head piece she set it down on the bed, it was rare, very rare that she would let anyone see her with it off.
Pulling open the door to the closet, she grabbed up her bag, pulling out two black silken strands of material, wrapping them around each of her lekku and tying them off at the end. She decided to leave on the long flowing black skirted material and the bikini top that matched, giving her self a look over in the mirror, she reached into her bag and pulled out the little black box. Tugging open the lid she looked at the vials, she only had three, one being more deadly than the rest. The one that she pulled out though, this was the one that she needed now. Her last trip to the black market hub had been very successful.
Elixir of Infatuation, it would work well for what she needed to do. It was a Zeltron concoction designed to have rather dramatic effects on those who consumed it. Colorless, odorless and flavorless, the Elixir maintained its potency when mixed with food or drink, making it difficult to detect. Upon downing the elixir (or anything it was mixed with), a being would become infatuated with the first creature he or she saw, regardless of species or gender. Though it could be resisted, it was even more potent when the source was of an acceptable species or gender for the drinker. The effects lasted between two to five hours, the affected regarding the source of the infatuation as a friend and confidante, even a possible love interest. While not allowing for direct control, someone under the influence could be manipulated by their love interest. Even so, it would prove difficult to convince the subject to do something out of their normal nature, and blatantly suicidal orders would be automatically ignored. Furthermore, overly hostile or threatening words or actions on the part of the source of the infatuation could be enough to cause the target to break through the haze of emotions in his or her mind, quite possibly leaving an extremely irate being in its wake.
Smiling she took the vial and moved to what looked to her to be a bar type area, grabbing up two glasses, she filled them with water, the one in her left hand, she set down, popping the top on the vial and pouring some in. Replacing it, she moved back to her bag, putting it away until she may nee it again. An’ka drank some of the water from her glass so that Dek wouldn’t try and take hers, leaving her quarters and taking a chance that he was in his.
Stopping at the door, she shifted on her barefeet, taking a deep breath. She pushed a button on the door with a finger, to let him know that someone was on the outside, taking another drink of the water out of the glass in her right hand. If this didn’t work, she would have to go to extreme measures and it wasn’t time for those...not just yet.
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Taddio Tara'dek
Explorer
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Force Adept/Ace Pilot
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Apr 29, 2007 0:19:33 GMT -5
Looking at the time, Dek realized that he had been in meditation for many hours. Thankfully, despite the dark nature of his reverie, he felt completely rested and ready to go once again. And yet, his heart wouldn’t quite seem to settle down into a normal rythem on its own. After several slow breaths, though, it finally began to beat at its normal pace.
The images that had flashed through his mind during his meditative state had been truly enlightening. He now had a name for the man that had been his Master, and a Sith Lord, or so Dek believed. But that was unimportant to the fact that, if one memory had been unlocked, it was highly likely that more would be to come, and perhaps through them, he could finally piece the mystery that was his youth together.
Still, he couldn’t help but groan as he saw the dark spot on his floor, a reminder of his dark nature, and just how volatile he could be in moments of stress. Pieces of the old lightsaber were littered everywhere. Some had even caused more destruction by damaging various items that had been tossed to the corners of his room by the flare of Dark Side energy that had heralded the return of the mark on his hip.
It was then that he heard the chime at his door, and he groaned aloud. No doubt it was Mevek, seeking out the source of the Dark Side flare, perhaps ready to kill the source of it, which had been Dek himself. Taking a quick look around, he sighs and pushes away from the mirror and walks to his door. After a moment’s hesitation, he opens it, only to be surprised as it is An’ka that is standing there instead of one of the Jedi.
She couldn’t have possibly felt the flare of dark energy, unless she had been lieing all this time about being a Force sensate. But that couldn’t be. Surely Dek, if not Mevek and Juna, would have felt it if she were. True, she was surrounded by a dark aura, but it didn’t feel as though it was self made. Almost as if it were a part of her nature, a part of herself as it were. She was also holding two glasses of what appeared to be water…which was odd. Perhaps she had been correct about being off due to her surroundings…but even when they had first met she had not been very nice towards him.
In any case, he didn’t want her to see the destruction in his room, nor did he really have time to chit chat at the moment. He needed to clean up the mess he had created, then he needed to check up on R2. Blocking her sight with his body, he pushes out into the hallway so that the door would close behind him, thus making it impossible for her to enter, or see deeply enough to see the damage. With a painted on smile that seemed genuine, he asks.
“Is there something that I can help you with An’ka? I’m…kinda busy at the moment, but I would be more then happy to help you in just a little bit.”
His mind was in turmoil as it sorted through the images and words that had come from his visions, his emotions churned up as well. He really needed to calm himself and center his emotions before he interacted with anyone. He held out a hand, mostly as a gentle gesture to indicate that he wanted to hear why she was here, but also because he suspected that one of those glasses was for him. As much as he wanted to get back into his quarters, he realized that he was thirsty now, after all the exertion from earlier.
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Anka
Fringer
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Post by Anka on Apr 29, 2007 16:12:02 GMT -5
An'ka shifted on her feet as she waited for Dek to open the door, holding the glass of water meant for him in her hands as she went through her plan once more. Simple really, at least in her mind, she would give him the water, and once the elixir started to work, she would merely use her worldly charms to gather what information she could. Yes it would be dangerous, especially if she would be required to do more than what she was prepared to do, of course it all depended on how he reacted.
Giving herself a once over again as the door opened, she lifted her eyes, her twin head tails twitching softly back and forth as he stepped out. She tried to look around him and look in his room, only curious as to what it looked like and what he had in there of course she figured, she would find out soon enough.
As he spoke to her, she nodded her head. "I only wish to speak to you for a moment, it won't take very long, but you really look like you could use this, I wasn't sure what you might drink so I went with water, always a safe choice." As she saw his hand, she offered him the glass that her long violet fingers were wrapped around, taking another drink of her own.
"Are you alright, if I woke you, I didn't mean to." An'ka shifted on her feet again, the silken material to her skirt flowing, the sides opening, revealing her long toned legs up to the curve of her hip.
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Taddio Tara'dek
Explorer
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Apr 30, 2007 0:31:54 GMT -5
He took the glass, for he was indeed thirsty, but he seemed rather oblivious to her clothing, her demeanor, and Anka herself. It was obvious that he was distracted, though she would have no idea why.
“No, you didn’t wake me, I was already up. And I am completely alright. But I am in the middle of something. Perhaps we can speak a little later?”
Dek’s words were hurried as he gripped the glass, pulling it closer. His eyes held a distant glaze as he backed up a little bit, obviously ready to go back into his quarters. His mind was on other things, mostly the revelations that he had encountered in his reverie.
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude. But I really must get back to what I was doing. Maybe we can speak down on the bridge in a few hours or so? Would that be ok?”
Although, he didn’t wait to see if it was. Already, the door was swishing open, and he stepped through, offering her a smile before it closed before him. Once it was closed, he breathed a sigh of relief, placing the glass down on his desk as he moved into the room a bit deeper.
The last thing that Dek needed was for An’ka to be nosing around his quarters, not now. Without wasting anymore time, he went about the task of cleaning the mess he had left. He was careful, or course, to make sure that he got everything. Items that were damaged, he either repaired as best he could, or he tossed out to be replaced later. The pieces of lightsaber, at least those that had survived, he gathered together before tossing them out as well. Unfortunately, there was not much that he could do about the scorch mark, except to cover it for the moment.
With his cleaning done, he finally looked to the glass of water on his desk. It had been oddly kind of An’ka to have thought of it. The least he could do would be to drink it. Picking the glass up, he drinks the entire thing in a few gulps before placing it back down again. For a moment, he felt lightheaded, but it passed as soon as it occurred, so he gave it no more thought. He gave his quarters another thorough look over, making sure that everything he had salvaged was in its proper place.
By the time he went back to his door, it was several hours later from when he had drank from the glass of water. He could only hope that she wasn’t there, hanging at his door still. Opening the door with a swish, he steps out, the door closing behind him, already secured so that only he could enter. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to be around. Most likely having returned to her quarters rather then sticking around, possibly her feelings hurt, though he had no idea one way or the other.
Without waiting around, he makes his way back down to the ships bridge and slips back inside. It had been at least half a day since he had last been in here, a fact that he was reminded of by his loyal R2 unit. The door closed behind him, secured so that no one would just walk in on him like they had been of late. Still, when, or if, An’ka decided to come down to speak to him, he would let her in, or anyone that needed his attention. In silence, he lowers himself into the pilots seat and begins to go over the data before him.
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Anka
Fringer
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Post by Anka on May 1, 2007 14:03:05 GMT -5
As he took the glass, she shifted on her feet again, tipping her head and looking at him as he spoke. So he wasn't going to have time for her right now, she wasn't really surprised, but she knew that after he drank the glass she would have at least six hours before it wore off. An'ka could only hope that as he disappeard back into his quarters, he would reappear in that amount of time.
It took all she had to keep from busting the glass against the wall as she turned and stormed off, she was tired of the games he was playing, and she knew now beyond all doubt that he was hiding something. What she did not know, but she intended to find out as soon as she could. Making her way back to her own quarters, she pushed the button to open the door, stepping inside as it swished closed behind her. Making her way to the bed, she picked up her headpiece, untying the ribbons and tossing them down before placing her headpiece on again.
Tapping a finger on her lip, she looked around the room, she knew that Dek kept the door to the bridge locked often, and that he had screens that showed him the cargo bay and other parts of the ship. She wondered if there was something here that showed what she did as well. Better to investigate than have to worry about it. An'ka looked to each corner of the room, looking for anything that might be a camera or give off any sort of light, she figured that if he was watching, it wouldn't exactly be in plain sight.
Her eyes continued to search, unable to find anything, at least that was in plain view. Tapping her finger again, she twitched her lekku back and forth, there was another way of course. She had been well prepared for anything that she may have to come up against. Picking up her pike, she popped off the end that held her transmitter. Pushing a button on the inside, she saw the green light pop on, she had never had to use a scrambler before but figured now was as good of time as any to see if it worked. Replacing the end of her pike, she set it in the corner, hoping that anything now that would have been spying on her would be null.
An'ka spent the next few hours in a quiet meditation of her people, not everything had been lost on her. Hearing footsteps, she figured it was Dek, waiting a moment before, moving to her feet and leaving her quarters. Making her way to the bridge, she saw the door closed, a violent hand moving into a fist as she knocked, waiting on him to let her in, and hoping that not enough time had passed. She was sure that it had not, but in a matter of moments she would know for sure.
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Taddio Tara'dek
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Post by Taddio Tara'dek on May 3, 2007 21:48:46 GMT -5
While going over the information displayed before him, Dek takes a moment to pull up the security displays of the interior of his ship. His brow rises, though, as he reaches the image of An’ka room. It was all staticy and scrambled. But why would it be scrambled? The only explanation was too simple though, and lead to the conclusion that the Twi’lek was more then she appeared to be, and that she was hiding a lot from everyone.
The more he thought about it, though, it was the only thing that made any real sense. The display told him that the circuits were not severed, which meant that the grainy picture was the feed being scrambled. He could correct for it, although the picture would only clear up slightly so long as the device being used was still in operation. But it was a thought he had to abandon as he heard the bridges door chime, letting him know that someone wanted it. He didn’t even have to wonder who it was either. It had to be An’ka, the Twi’lek who had seemingly became his personal stalker in the last few hours.
What was her sudden interest in him? They had been pretty much alone for weeks after they had left Tatooine, and yet she hadn’t shown the slightest bit of interest in him like this. She had actually gone out of her way to avoid him on Ossus. So why now? What had changed? The Jedi? But why would the Jedi being on board bring about such a change in her?
Pushing a button on the display screen, he brings up the feed from the hallway, showing the door to the bridge. It was indeed An’ka, but he wasn’t prepared for the reaction his body had to the sight of her. He would have wondered why he was reacting like he was, since he had never felt that way before about her, not even when he had been spying on her in the sonic shower. But he couldn’t think, not with the sudden emotions, and body chemistry, firing away inside of his body.
Without even thinking, he shuts down the display screen, thus hiding his security network. It was one of those things that was ingrained into his routine. But as soon as it was down, he opened the door to the bridge, allowing the rather alluring Twi’lek to gain entry. As soon as she entered, the door would close behind her and seal itself as it had been before. The eyes of Captain Taddio Tara’dek, however, didn’t even register these events…they were glued to the purple skinned woman.
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